I am a primitive

I was stunned for a while, and after reflecting on it, I habitually looked at the problem from the perspective of future generations.

Looking back on what I have done, from the perspective of people in this era, it is indeed a bit incomprehensible.

"That...in addition to wiping buttocks, it can also be used for writing."

Han Cheng abruptly pulled back the off track.

Can you still write?

Hearing this, he was very dazed, and became a little lively again.

He came forward, touched the paper with his hands, and looked at it carefully for a while, and felt that this thing was not very useful for writing.

After thinking about it, he found a common slate pen and tried to carve characters on it. After carving for a while, he began to shake his head.

Writing on it, if it is awkward, it will not be obvious, and it will not leave many traces.

And you can't use too much force. If you use a little more force in your hand, the paper will be torn immediately.

Can this thing be used for writing?

It's not even comparable to stone slabs, let alone fired pottery slabs...

Wu scratched his head, which had lost a lot of hair, and was extremely confused.

Shenzi, who has never missed a lot, spent so much effort this time, how did he come up with such a useless thing?

Writing is not as good as slate and pottery boards, and it is not as good as stones and grass for wiping buttocks. Why...

Seeing Wu squatting on the ground scratching the only piece of paper with a slate pen and shaking his head, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling.

This is the first piece of paper, well, there will be a lot of improvement after improvement.

And the pen you used is wrong, the stone pen used for engraving on the ceramic board, no matter how good the paper is, it can't handle it!

Han Cheng was also full of grievances.

I just want to make paper. After it is easy to use, I immediately start looking for tin mines to get bronze. Why does it seem that there are still problems now!

The fifty-seventh chapter of the eighth chapter suspects the lucky general of the dog

"Paper is a good thing, a very, very good thing. It is better than ceramic boards for writing and recording things. It not only writes faster, but also records more."

After Han Cheng wailed in his heart, he began to rectify the name of the paper.

In addition to wiping buttocks, paper was the well-deserved overlord and the most suitable material in terms of recording things and serving as a cultural carrier before the emergence of the Internet.

Whether it is clay tablets that are carved and then hardened, or sheepskin and calfskin that have been tanned, they are far inferior to paper in terms of recording things and serving as cultural carriers.

Even with the continuous development of various electronic devices and the increasing popularity of electronic reading, paper still occupies an important position and cannot be completely replaced.

According to the legend, when Cangjie created characters, the world was gloomy, and ghosts were crying and gods were howling. Human beings were about to inherit knowledge, and they were frightened that they would grow stronger.

Now, in the primitive society, I have produced the paper that plays an important role in promoting cultural development and passing on knowledge. Although the starting point is somewhat different, the important role has not changed at all.

When such an important thing is born, it’s fine if the earth, heaven, ghosts and gods don’t move at all, but what’s the matter with a primitive man shaking his head at the paper beside him?

After Han Cheng's words came out, Wu, who was squatting there and staring at the paper full of puzzles, became even more puzzled.

He looked at the rough paper with some holes made by himself with a slate pen, and then turned his head to look at the serious Shenzi, feeling that the whole person was in a daze.

How can such a thing be able to record things and be more useful than ceramic plates?

Seeing Wu's reaction, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling again. It would be strange if the pen in your hand could write on it.

Han Cheng pointed to the stone pen and shook his head to Wu, "That won't work, you need to write with something else."

Wu scratched his head, pretending to have suddenly realized, then stood up and walked away in a hurry.

This straightforward posture caught Han Cheng in a daze.

When did the witch's ability to draw inferences from one example become so strong?

He just mentioned a sentence, and he ran away with such an enlightened look. Could it be that from his few words, he has already thought of brushes and ink?

Wu left quickly and came back quickly. In addition to the stone pen, he also had a stick for writing on the sand table and a piece of soil in his hand.

Wu came back to the paper and scratched on it with a stick, but the result was not much different from using a slate pen.

So he put both of them down, and picked up the dirt that he didn't use very much.

The newly made paper is thick and rough, and the soil can really leave some marks when it is scratched on it.

A look of surprise appeared on Wu's face, and he felt that he had found the right method, but he soon became sad again.

Because the traces drawn by Tukela will fall off as soon as you rub them with your hands.

Han Cheng, who was surprised by this operation, had a big mouth.

Looking at Wu Wu who was looking at him with a sad face, Han Cheng smiled and began to tell Wu Wu: "This thing is not good, we need to make a new kind of pen."

Shi Shi also surrounded him at this time, and the reason why he was so active was because the witch had told him these things when he went in to get the stick for writing on the sand table just now.

As one of the best cultural people in the Qingque Tribe, he certainly cares about such things.

At this time, he and Wu were scratching their heads together, obviously unable to understand what the new pen Shenzi said looked like, and how to make it.

There is no shortage of materials for making brushes in the tribe. Han Cheng glanced at the yard, and soon fell on Fu Jiang who was lying in the shade and sleeping with his belly half exposed.

This guy is also lazy now, especially when the weather is hot and he is staying in the tribe, it is a pleasant nap to sleep.

But today Fu Jiang couldn't continue to enjoy himself, because Han Cheng came over with a knife.

The lucky general who was lying there half-closed his eyes enjoying the life of a dog, was immediately shocked when he saw this posture, and stood up directly from the ground.

Looking at the approaching Han Cheng and the knife in Han Cheng's hand, he was about to run away with a low eyebrow.

Of course, it couldn't escape the palm of Han Cheng, the grown master. After being pulled by Han Cheng and scratched forcibly for a while, he cut off some hair with a knife.

Squatting there looking at the master who left in a hurry, and then looking at the gap left on his body, Fu Jiang was suspicious of Gousheng with a dull expression.

How can anyone treat a dog like this?Dogs also need face, okay?

After Han Cheng cut off some of Fujiang's hair, the stone that went out to get turpentine also ran back quickly.

Seeing this, Han Cheng tied up the neatly trimmed wolf fur at the end with a thin rope, then inserted a thin stick into the rope, and twisted it a few times with his hands. Some of the not-so-tight ropes were immediately taut.